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Othello

Act I, Scene 1

Venice. A street. Enter RODERIGO and IAGO
 
RODERIGO
       ,        ,           ,         ,        ,     2->
      Never | tell me,| I take | it much | unkind||ly
             ,     ,      ,          ,         ,
      That thou |(Ia|go) who | hast had | my purse,
          ,          ,             ,                ,         ,
      As if | the strings | were thine,| shouldst^know | of this.
 
IAGO
             ,           ,         ,   ,   2          ,
      But you'll | not hear | me. If | ever I | did dream
           ,       ,      2   ,
      Of such | a mat|ter, abhor | me.
 
RODERIGO
                                         ,       ,
                                       Thou | toldst me,
        ,            ,         ,         ,
      Thou didst | hold him | in thy | hate.
 
IAGO
                                                  ,
                                             De|spise me
         ,       ,      T     T     T      2     ,    2->
      If I | do not.| Three great ones | of the ci||ty,
           ,    2     ,         ,        ,         ,      ->
      (In pers|onal suit | to make | me his | lieute||nant)
       ,      ,     2           ,         ,         ,
      Off-|capped to him:| and by | the faith | of man,
          ,         ,      2     ,          ,         ,
      I know | my price,| I am worth | no worse | a place,
           ,       ,     2     ,      ,          ,         2->
      But he |(as lov|ing his own | pride and | purpo||ses)^
         ,                      ,   ,   ,       ,
      Evades | them, with a // bombast cir|cumstance,
       ,           ,            ,    ,         ,
      Horri|bly stuffed | with ep|ithets | of war,
      <- ,    ,         ,    ,            ,         ,
Non|suits my | medi||ators.| for Cer|tes, says | he,
      <- ,       2   ,        ,         ,    ,  ->
I | have alrea||dy chose | my of|ficer. and what | was he?
           ,         ,        ,     ,    ,
      Forsooth,| a great | arith|meti|cian,
           ,        ,    ,      ,       ,
      One^Mi|chael Cas|sio,| a Flo|rentine,
          ,       ,         ,              ,    ,
      (A fel|low al|most damned | in a / fair wife)
            ,      ,        ,        ,         ,
      That nev|er set | a squad|ron in | the field,
       ,           ,       ,      ,        ,
      Nor the | divis|ion of | a bat|tle knows
        ,      2      ,            ,          ,       ,    3  3->
      More than a | spinster.| Unless | the book|ish the||oric:
            ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      Wherein | the tongu|ed cons|uls can | propose
          ,      ,       ,          ,     2      ,      ,
      As mast|erly | as he.| mere prat|tle (without | practise)
          ,         ,        ,       3  3       ,       2  ,        2->
      Is all | his sol|diership.| But he (sir) had | the elec||tion;
          ,        ,          ,          ,          ,
      And I |(of whom | his eyes | had seen | the proof
            ,         ,        ,       ,         ,
      At Rhodes,| at Cy|prus, and | on oth|er grounds
        ,              ,         ,       2     ,           ,
      Christian,| and hea|then) must | be be-leed,| and calmed
          ,   3   3     ,     ,           ,       ,       ->
      By de|bitor, and cred|itor.| This count|er-cas||ter,
       ,     2       ,          ,         ,       ,
      He |(in good time)| must his | lieute|nant be,
          ,         ,           ,         ,           ,       2->
      And I |(God bless | the mark)| his Moor|ship's^an||cient.
 
RODERIGO
            x        ,     3     3       ,          ,
      By heaven,| I rath|er would have been | his hang|man.
 
IAGO
      <- ,       ,          ,    ,      2        ,         ,
        Why,| there's no | reme|dy,
'tis the | curse of | service;
          ,         ,          x      ,      ,
      Prefer|ment goes | by letter,| and af|fection,
           ,        ,        ,         ,           ,      2->
      And not | by old | grada|tion, where | each se||cond
              ,      2      ,          ,         ,           ,
      Stood^heir | to the first.| Now sir,| be judge | yourself,
         2    ,      ,      ,      ,           ,
      Whether I | in an|y just | term am | affined
           ,          ,
      To love | the Moor?
 
RODERIGO
                                    ,   ,     2      ,
                         I would / not fol|low him then.
 
IAGO
      _   ___        ,    ___   oo
      O | sir | content | you.|
        ,         ,         ,         ,          ,
      I follow him, to serve my turn upon him.
          ,       ,        ,               ,   ,       2->
      We can|not all | be mast|ers, nor / all mas||ters
          ,        ,      ,          ,            ,
      Cannot | be tru|ly fol|lowed. You | shall mark
       ,  2     ,               ,    ,         ,
      Many a | dute|ous and / knee-crook|ing knave;
        ,    ,        2       ,      ,   2      ,
      That (do/ting on his | own ob|sequious | bondage)
        ,               ,      ,              ,         ,
      Wears out | his time,| much like | his mast|er's ass,
             ,          ,      ,       3    3      ,          ,
      For nought | but pro|vender,| and when he's old | cashiered.
        ,             ,         ,      ,              ,
      Whip me | such^hon|est knaves.| Others | there are
             ,           ,          ,    ,        ,     ->
      Who trimmed | in forms,| and vis|ages | of du||ty,
        ,       2         ,        ,        ,          ,
      Keep | yet their hearts | attend|ing on | themselves,
            ,      2      ,         ,      3  3        ,
      And throw|ing but shows | of serv|ice on their lords,
      <- ,            ,          ,           ,                ,             ,
        Do well || thrive by | them.
And | when they | have lined | their coats
        2       ,         ,      ,              ,          ,
      Do themselves | homage.|
These fel|lows have | some soul,
            ,       ,      3 3     ,        ,          ,
      And such | a one | do I profess | myself.| For (sir)
          ,        ,        ,         ,    ,    2->
      It is | as sure | as you | are Ro|deri||go,
           ,         ,        ,          ,    ,     2->
      Were I | the Moor,| I would | not be | Ia||go:
          ,    2     ,       ,       ,        ,
      In fol|lowing him,| I fol|low but | myself.
       ,    2          ,         ,         ,         ,     2->
      Heaven is | my judge,| not I | for love | and du||ty,
           ,        ,        ,      ,   2   ,
      But seem|ing so,| for my | pecu|liar end:
            ,        ,        ,     2      ,       ,
      For when | my out|ward ac|tion doth de|monstrate
           ,       ,         ,       ,        ,
      The nat|ive act,| and fi|gure of | my heart
          ,       ,        ,          ,          ,     2->
      In comp|liment | extern,| 'tis not | long af||ter
          ,          ,         ,       ,          ,
      But I | will wear | my heart | upon | my sleeve
            ,         ,        o    2    ,        2   ,
      For daws | to peck | at;   | I am not | what I am.
 
RODERIGO
                 ,   ,         ,          ,         ,
      What a / full for|tune does | the thick|lips^owe
          ,        ,    2     ,
      If he | can car|ry it thus?
 
IAGO
                                   ,    2       ,
                                 Call up her | father:
        ,               ,    2      ,       ,        ,
      Rouse him,| make^aft|er him, pois|on his | delight,
           ,          ,          ,          ,           ,      2->
      Proclaim | him in | the streets.| Incense | her kins||men,
             ,         ,      ,        ,         ,
      And though | he in | a fer|tile cli|mate dwell,
        ,                 ,              ,         ,        ,
      Plague him | with flies:| though that | his joy | be joy,
            ,            ,       ,      ,        x
      Yet throw | such chan|ges of | vexa|tion on it,
          ,         ,          ,       o
      As it | may lose | some col|or.
 
RODERIGO
      <-  ,             ,          ,            ,       ,
        Here is || her fath|er's house;| I'll call | aloud.
 
IAGO
      <- ,            ,   ,         ,               ,    ,
        Do, with || like tim/orous ac|cent, and / dire yell,
           ,         ,          ,      ,           ,
      As when |(by night | and neg|ligence)| the fire
           ,         ,     ,     ,
      Is spied | in pop|ulous | cities.
 
RODERIGO
      <-      ,        ,    ,        ,        ,   2    ,
        What ho:|| Braban|tio,| Signior | Braban|tio, ho.
 
IAGO
         ,          ,       ,           ,        ,
      Awake:| what ho,| Braban|tio:/ thieves, thieves.
        ,              ,            ,         ,           ,
      Look to | your house,| your daught|er, and | your bags,
         T        T
      Thieves, thieves.
 
[BRABANTIO appears above, at a window]
 
BRABANTIO
                          T      2     ,       ,         ,     2
                        What | is the reas|on of | this ter||rible
       ,          ,       2     ,        ,
      Sum|mons?  What | is the mat|ter there?
 
RODERIGO
      <-     ,         ,          ,    ,       ,
        Signior || is all | your fam|ily | within?
 
IAGO
      <- ,            T      T
        Are your || doors locked?
 
BRABANTIO
                                  T      ,          ,         __
                                 Why,| wherefore | ask you | this?
 
IAGO
       T      T      T           ,          ,          ,
      Sir, you're robbed,| for shame,| put on | your gown,
             ,          ,                  ,    ,           ,
      Your heart | is burst,| you have / lost half | your soul
       2    ,     ,     2     ,         T    T    T
      Even now,| now, very | now, an | old black ram
          ,                ,    ,       ,       ,
      Is top|ping your / white ewe.| Arise,| arise,
         ,          ,        ,     ,        2      ,
      Awake | the snor|ting cit|izens | with the bell,
           ,         ,    2       ,        ,         ,        2->
      Or else | the dev|il will make | a grand|sire^of || you.
         ,       ,
      Arise | I say.
 
BRABANTIO
                      ,                ,           ,
                    What, have | you lost | your wits?
 
RODERIGO
            ,    2         ,    ,         ,         ,
      Most rev|erend sig/nior, do | you know | my voice?
 
BRABANTIO
          ,         ,        2
      Not I:| what are | you?
 
RODERIGO
                                    ,        ,    ,     o ->
                               My name | is Ro|deri||go.
 
BRABANTIO
           ,       ,
      The wor|ser wel|come:
      <- ,           ,             ,         ,        ,         ,     oo
         I | have charged || thee not | to haunt | about | my doors:|
          ,        ,          ,           ,         ,
      In hon|est plain|ness thou | hast heard | me say,
           ,      2    ,          ,         ,        ,       3->
      My daught|er is not | for thee.| and now | in mad||ness
         3     ,        ,       ,        ,    2        ,
      (Being full | of sup|per and | distemp|ering draughts)
        ,       ,        ,    2     ,           ,
      Upon | mali|cious kna|very, dost | thou come
           ,         ,
      To start | my qui|et.
 
RODERIGO
                            ,    ___   ___
                           Sir,| sir,| sir.
 
BRABANTIO
            ,           ,          ,
      But thou | must^needs | be sure,
          ,       ,          ,           ,          x
      My spir|it and || my place | have in | them power
      <-     ,          ,        ,
        To make | this bit||ter to | thee.
 
RODERIGO
                                            ,          ,     ,
                                           Pa|tience good | sir.
 
BRABANTIO
                ,            ,       ,          ,        ,
      What | tellst thou || me of | robbing?
This is | Venice; my house is not a grange.
 
RODERIGO
                                              ,         ,    ,
                                       Most^grave | Braban|tio,
          ,              ,    ,        ,        ,
      In simp|le and / pure soul,| I come | to you.
 
IAGO
Sir: you are one of those that will not serve God, if the devil bid you. Because we come to do you service, and you think we are ruffians, you'll have your daughter covered with a Barbary horse, you'll have your nephews neigh to you, you'll have coursers for cousins; and gennets for germans.
 
BRABANTIO
What profane wretch art thou?
 
IAGO
I am one sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor, are now making the beast with two backs.
 
BRABANTIO
Thou art a villain.
 
IAGO
You are a senator.
 
BRABANTIO
This thou shalt answer. I know thee Roderigo.
 
RODERIGO
        ,   2        ,       ,  2        ,   2     ,
      Sir, I will | answer | anything.| But I be|seech you
        2    ,          ,                ,    ,         ,
      If it be | your pleas|ure, and / most wise | consent,
            ,    2    ,        ,       2       ,      ,
      (As part|ly I find | it is)| that your fair | daughter,
                 ,  ,             ,    ,       2      ,
      At this / odd-ev|en and / dull watch | of the night
            ,        ,         ,          ,        ,
      Transpor|ted with | no worse | nor bet|ter guard,
         3    3    ,         ,        ,       ,      ,
      But with a knave | of com|mon hire,| a gon|dolier,
                 ,      ,      ,         ,   2     ,
      To the / gross clasps | of a | lasci|vious Moor:
           ,         ,         ,          ,       ,       ->
      If this | be known | to you,| and your | allow||ance,
       ,       2       ,          ,         ,        ,
      We | then have done | you bold,| and sau|cy wrongs.
           ,         ,          ,        ,         ,       2->
      But if | you know | not this,| my man|ners tell || me,
           ,           ,         ,        ,        ,
      We have | your wrong | rebuke.| Do not | believe
             ,          ,         ,       ,    ,
      That from | the sense | of all | civi|lity,
          ,            ,         ,     3    3      ,    2     o
      I thus | would play | and tri|fle with your rev|erence.
             ,         ,               ,    x           ,
      Your daught|er (if | you have / not given | her leave,
         ,       ,           ,        ,         ,
      I say | again,| hath made | a gross | revolt,
       ,   2       ,       ,       ,         ,
      Tying her | duty,| beauty,| wit and | fortunes
        3  2   ,      ,          ,         ,      2
      In an extra|vagant,| and whee|ling strang|er,
      <-     ,          ,      ,        ,      ,              ,
        Of here,|| and eve|rywhere:| Straight sat/isfy^|yourself.
          ,        ,         ,        ,          ,
      If she | be in | her chamb|er, or | your house,
            ,         ,        ,        ,         ,
      Let loose | on me | the just|ice of | the state
            ,       ,     2
      For thus | delu|ding you.
 
BRABANTIO
                                  ,       2     ,        ,
                               Strike | on the tin|der, ho:
        ,    2     ,        ,        ,        ,
      Give me a | taper:| call up | all my | people,
            ,     ,        ,        ,         ,
      This ac|cident | is not | unlike | my dream,
          ,        ,       ,       ,      ,      ->
      Belief | of it | oppres|ses me | alrea||dy.
        ,        ,      ,
      Light,| I say,| light.
 
[Exit above]
 
IAGO
                                    ,      3 3         ,
                             Fare|well: for I must | leave you.
           ,           ,          ,         ,        ,
      It seems | not meet,| nor whole|some to | my place
          ,        ,        ,       ,        ,
      To be | produced (as if | I stay,| I shall)
          ,           ,        ,        ,          ,
      Against | the Moor.| For I | do know | the state,
          ,       ,          ,          ,           ,
      (Howev|er this | may gall | him with | some check)
       ,    2         ,        ,              ,         ,
      Cannot with | safety | cast him,| for he's | embarked
             ,          ,       ,        ,        ,
      With such | loud^reas|on to | the Cy|prus wars,
             ,    2       ,         ,          ,            ,
      (Which^ev|en now stands | in act)| that for | their souls,
         ,      ,         ,        ,           ,
      Anoth|er of | his fath|om, they | have none,
           ,           ,         o        ,         ,
      To lead | their bus|iness:   | in which | regard,
             ,        ,                 ,   ,    ,
      Though I | do hate | him as I // do hell-pains,
       ,            ,     ,       ,         ,
      Yet, for | neces|sity | of pres|ent life,
          ,          ,        ,          ,         ,
      I must | show^out | a flag,| and sign | of love,
            3  3    ,          ,      ,     2          ,        ,
      (Which^is indeed | but sign)| That you shall | surely | find him
        ,            ,     ,   2     ,         ,
      Lead to | the Sa|gitta|ry the rai|sed search:
            ,          ,        ,          ,         ,
      And there | will I | be with | him. So | farewell.
 
[Exit. Enter, below, BRABANTIO, and Servants with torches]
 
BRABANTIO
          ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      It is | too true | an ev|il. Gone | she is,
            ,           ,        ,      ,        ,
      And what's | to come | of my | despi|sed time.
            ,          ,       ,         ,    ,     ->
      Is nought | but bit|terness.| Now Ro|deri||go,
        ,          2      ,          ,      ,       ,
      Where | didst thou see | her? (O | unhap|py girl)
          2      ,      ,            ,           ,      ,
      With the Moor | sayst thou?| (Who would | be a | father?)
            ,            ,           ,     ,    2     ,
      How didst | thou know | 'twas she?| (O she de|ceives me
              ,              ,       2    ,     ,          ,
      Past^thought:)| What said | she to you?| Get more | tapers:
             ,        ,         ,          ,         ,          ->
      Raise^all | my kin|dred. Are | they mar|ried think || you?
 
RODERIGO
       ,    2    ,           ,
      Tru|ly I think | they are.
 
BRABANTIO
      <-     x          ,          ,        ,     3  3      ,
        O heaven:| how got || she out?
Oh treas|on of the blood.
      <- ,               ,             ,           ,           ,
        Fathers,| from hence || trust not | your daught|ers' minds
      <-     ,         ,           ,         ,            ,
        By what | you see || them act.| Is there | not charms,
      <-     ,          ,       ,        ,           ,    ,
        By which | the pro||perty | of youth,| and maid|hood
      <-       ,      ,            ,         __     ,    ,
        May | be a||bused? Have | you not | read | Rode|rigo,
           ,      T    T
      Of some | such thing?
 
RODERIGO
                             T     ,           2    ,
                            Yes | sir: I | have indeed.
 
BRABANTIO
        ,    2      ,         ,          ,         ,
      Call up my | brother:| oh would | you had | had her.
        T   T   T        2  ,        ,         ,
      Some one way,| some^anoth|er. Do | you know
             ,        ,      ,          ,          ,
      Where we | may ap|prehend | her, and | the Moor?
 
RODERIGO
          ,        ,        ,      ,      2       ,
      I think | I can | discov|er him,| if you please
          ,            ,          ,      ,          ,
      To get | good* guard,| and go | along | with me.
 
BRABANTIO
        ,              ,      ,        ,            ,
      Pray you | lead^on.| At ev|ery house | I'll call,
          ,         ,         ,         ,         ,
      (I may | command | at most)| Get weap|ons (ho)
            ,           ,        ,     ,         ,
      And raise | some spe|cial of|ficers | of night:
       ,         ,    ,         2    ,            ,
      On good | Rode|rigo,| I'll deserve | your pains.
 
[Exeunt]

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